More so now, since I have started writing my book draft full time, i seem to be engaged with conversations regarding art, photography, food and writing as social vehicles rendering insights regarding a non structured discourse on ideas.
Saturated by Politics And Hopelessness Taken Refuge in Art Textual, Visual and Auditory Seeking solace Seeking Hope Gorging on it As eating in a depression But, is politics truly void? Is’nt Art politics too?
I went to reach the sky Only to realise that I have lost the terra firma beneath Then I realised that the glory of the sky is within us/me
#notinmyname protests today was a glimmer of a muted outrage brewing across India. India is not lynching-stan or a banana republic. Junaid or Pahlu are not names to be erased off history books or caches from the net, they are what can happen if things go to the extreme for an ideology, where anything minority … More The Meaning of #notinmyname
#Reflections In the past decade, more so in the past three years as I have taken social science research and writing more as a career, with quality writing for commercial consulting works a core activity as well, I have read across the board from engineering to creative writing to photography theory. The percolations are surprising … More Expanding Spaces of Discourse
A large majority of India lives in Thanjavur, Kohima, Panaji, Reva, Kalimpong, Bastar, Gadchiroli where the K Issue and Jadhav’s abduction are disconnected with everyday living. Jobs, Farmer income, malignant urbanisation are issues which cripple lives. National security and identity politics are taking the focus away, as the new opium of the masses. The country’s … More The Blurring of focus
As Ramadan comes to a close, some select images over the past month celebrating this month of faith. Ramadan in the Gulf Reclaims faith and humanity Reclaims family over profits Privileges Culture over Neoliberal Productivity The march towards modernity is halted Albeit for a month Celebrates faith, like no other part of the world
Sometimes departure brings agony Life before that was a speeding car Life was all about the fast line That we did not care about the debris by the wayside Now that we will be relegated to the bins of Memory We try to locate sorrow And make peace with it The peace is elusive As … More Departure, a Poem
Malls are cathedrals of late capitalism Symbolise a vague sameness An unnecessary similarity Whether Muscat, Mumbai or Medan Same shops, Daiso here, Starbucks there These sterilised structures of wasteful consumption Refuge for the middle class during summer These communal spaces of ‘brand brotherhood’ Often uproot disenfranchised communities of their land Only, to offer them a … More Malls, A Poem
Cities have their own nomenclature for expressing non welcoming behaviour against ‘expats’ and are quite creative at them. The acronym for the gulf should be as indicting as FILTH (Failed in London, Try Hong Kong) Singaporean version: Fallen Talent, Foreign Trash for FTs. There are various hierarchies amongst expats too, South Asian versus Western Passports … More Anti Expat Nomenclatures